a means away from meaning

a means away from meaning

integrity

remains elusive

shoddy poet 

writes back door

lines that lurk 

with unsure consonants

respect

is a poet's Holy Grail

words

his journey

in the end

his assonance breeds self-contempt

he smiles unevenly as he is 

selling out 

for a name.

erin-cilberto

1/8/21

Reviews

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorow..]

The excellent poem. There is a lot of content in a few words. I like such poems, although my writing style is slightly different from them. Congratulations. I wish you a lot of creative inspiration.

[Patricia Wedel]

I want to be remembered in December when North Winds blow and
Hearts and Hearths are warm with the Fire of Passion. No rhyme or Reason for the Season. Integrity is knocking at my Door.. can there be More.
Your poetry is an opening to a Concerto for Brilliant Crescendoes. gently, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for those very kind words, Pat,
j.

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Respect is a poet's Holy Grail....I like that line and it is very true. Even in a place of poets like this respect is earned. I suppose we all live or die by our words. Others may sell out their integrity for the dollar or some fleeting fame. You can leave me out of that, though. This reads much like a poetic sequel to your New Yorker poem, Jacob. The poet still seethes, perhaps? Always enjoyable to read your work, my friend. ⚘

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Maybe subconsciously it is a sequel...
or I am just on a kick...but I appreciate your review...fame can just be an empty shell.
thank you, Jamila,
j..